trippie redd - this ain't that lyrics
[intro: trippie redd]
uh, better listen closely, ayy
shoot a p-ssy n-gga acting nosy, yeah
it’s just big 14 and lil mosey, yeah
f-ck that ho, you treat her like a trophy, huh (dj on the beat, so it’s a banger)
[chorus: trippie redd]
n-ggas be talkin’ sh-t, but they ain’t with that sh-t for real
f-ck n-gga talkin’ sh-t, then he gon’ get his -ss k!lled
f-ck n-gga talkin’ sh-t, then he gon’ get his -ss spilled
you ain’t really real, you ain’t with that sh-t, for real
n-gga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
you’s a b-tch, you’s a lame, n-gga, this ain’t that, for real
you’s a b-tch, you should quit, n-gga, this ain’t that, for real
this ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real
[verse 1: trippie redd]
no legit, you’s a b-tch, n-gga, this ain’t that, for real
odell with the pick, n-gga, this ain’t that, for real
i’m a f-cking walking l1ck, but n-gga, this ain’t that for real
yeah, yeah
shoot him with this chopper, make his body dance, uh
chopper get to bustin’, do the runnin’ man, uh
would’ve threw a party, i ain’t got no friends, uh
all my n-ggas brothers and that’s to the end, uh
would’ve used a glock but i used the fn
shooting. 223’s, you a dead man, uh
typical to shoot at your head, man
where the f-ck you ‘posed to keep a headband?
like you hoop, big bro, we balling, the way that we shooting (way we shooting)
i got rings, i got rings, b-tch, not melo, uh
b-tch, i’m with the slimes, donatello, uh
let me eat that kitty, baby, h-llo, uh (huh)
[chorus: trippie redd]
n-ggas be talkin’ sh-t, but they ain’t with that sh-t for real
f-ck n-gga talkin’ sh-t, then he gon’ get his -ss k!lled
f-ck n-gga talkin’ sh-t, then he gon’ get his -ss spilled
you ain’t really real, you ain’t with that sh-t, for real
n-gga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
you’s a b-tch, you’s a lame, n-gga, this ain’t that, for real
you’s a b-tch, you should quit, n-gga, this ain’t that, for real
this ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real
[verse 2: lil mosey]
i’m with 14, we gon’ float through smokin’ og
this b-tch loud, it’s some gas, got me choking
walking through my city, shaking bullets off me
know my riches ’cause these b-tch look how it’s flexin’
you ain’t with the sh-ts, i can tell, bullets, they hot as h-ll (boom)
thinking ’bout buying a well and a new crib for my mama, uh
always pull up with some drums, but n-gga, i’m riding with gunners, uh
i’m just wondering what kari would do
beatin’ his case, so i got him a jewel
take it with slatt them, we ain’t doing no acting
slide down, let you have it, we still causing havoc (uh-huh)
big rock, i get it again, no, i don’t wanna be friends
i turn a five to a ten, money, i’m throwing a band
backwood, i’m smoking on gas, i’m finna f-ck her then p-ss
skrrt ’til i hop in a wraith, and i’m running from 12 and i’m doing the dash (12)
ooh, dripping like water
and she wanna f-ck ’cause money up on her
[chorus: trippie redd]
n-ggas be talkin’ sh-t, but they ain’t with that sh-t for real
f-ck n-gga talkin’ sh-t, then he gon’ get his -ss k!lled
f-ck n-gga talkin’ sh-t, then he gon’ get his -ss spilled
you ain’t really real, you ain’t with that sh-t, for real
n-gga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
you’s a b-tch, you’s a lame, n-gga, this ain’t that, for real
you’s a b-tch, you should quit, n-gga, this ain’t that, for real
this ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real
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